Darkness has spread,the sky is grieved,heavy with clouds,unnaturally burdenedby omens of an ill fate.

Today the sun won’t rise,today there won’t be any dawn,today destiny is set,it is set by us.

The day has come,the final challenge,the inevitable endof centuries of fights.The walls won’t hold,the storm will wipe outthe world of Men.

The Captain is on the ground,he fought valiantly,he fell as a hero!Blessed be our Captain,he dies before the end,he’s relieved from the painof seeing the bitter end.

The King is away,he’s lost in the halls of dusk,more among the dead than the living.Gondor has no king,Gondor needs no king;but the Steward lies on the pyre,and his son on the ground.

Trample the horsesThe bodies of the foe,they bring the sparkle of hope.A ray of light fightingDarkness incarnated,damned to lose itselfvictim of its power.

All along the Cyrcling Wall,the End approaches,the sun can’t shine,and the Valar have turned their gaze away.

The Mace strikes, all is lost!The disease, the decay,the loss, the pain!

Find the strength,it’s in your heart,find the light,fight the blind,your body may lay in ruins,but the spirit will rise!

And darkness falls,it fades away,shrieking in the air,all is still for a moment,and light fadesafter the victory.

But the King is away,he’s lost in the sea,Gondor needs a King,Gondor needs a Healer,for hope is fading out,the inflexible wheel of timerushes us towards the end,the bell of oblivionis about to toll.

The land is burnt,the disease spreads,it bites at the heart,it shatters hope,and dawn won’t ever rise againover the world of Men.

Then from the seacomes the final omen,for good or for ill who could tell?The ship of doomnow bears the light,hope is revivedas the Heir approaches.

And the newborn kingsmeet again on the field;yet all stand between themthe armies of Mordor;time has run out,but the wheel has changed its course,fate has moved away,for the sun is setting afar,down in the Hidden Lands,where the Valar now looktowards the struggle of Men.